Fallen Into Hell: Fallen: Book 2, Layna Snow [the mitten read aloud .TXT] 📗

Inch by inch.

Darn! She did not want to be dinner! She didn’t even like dinner! But she knew that it was about to attack. She could feel its putrid breath on her arms as it closed in. She could see its eyes move this way and that.

Soph held her breath, her eyes closed, as if that would stop it from happening.

Just waiting for the pain.

Pain she could handle. She had enough of it in her 24 years of life. But, the thing didn’t attack. It didn’t use those yellowed, bloodstained teeth on her skin. No, just as she opened her eyes, too wound-up to wait any longer, it turned quickly and loped off down the tunnel and back into the darkness.

She should have been relieved, but she wasn’t. One monster down, one to go.

As Sophie was gearing up for another attack, the guy gave her one last squeeze and then let her go.

It was so abrupt that she stumbled forward, catching herself just as she was about to go down.

Shoot, didn’t the guy have any decency? But why would he? He was a Demon after all.

As if that jumpstarted her fear again, she turned and started towards her pack.

She had to get her gun! She needed to get it!

She ran as fast as possible but her legs didn’t move quickly enough. She barely made it to the bag when she was tackled from behind, her body tensing, waiting for the impact into the ground. But it never came.

Well, she did fall, but she didn’t hit face first into the rough stone. Instead the back of her head hit the guy’s chest. Hard.

Darn, but it still hurt!

Her second thought was: had he turned in midair?

But who could do that? And of course, her mind had a ready answer. Demon, remember?

As if she could forget. She was in Hell after all. Wasn’t she? She had to have crossed over.

The question was why did he do it?

But before she could do anything—Like fight back? Against a Demon? Yeah, okay Soph—he maneuvered her onto her back, and rolled onto her. The move was so quick, that Sophie didn’t even have time to catch her breath, or even follow the move really. One moment, she was laying on top of him, and the next she was looking into the Demon’s face.

Although, he didn’t look like a Demon.

While adrenaline worked through her, her mind absently assessed him. He had a surprisingly Human face. His skin was a smooth, creamy color that reminded her of melted brown sugar. His aquiline nose, while maybe being a little too long, drew her attention to the brightest, most intense blue eyes she had ever seen. Even his lips were nice, the perfect size for his face, and plush enough to detract from the harshness of his expression.

Oh boy!

If he wasn’t an evil monster, she was sure that she would be lusting after him.

Heck, it didn’t seem to matter what he was. She could feel her body softening under his tall, trim shape. She didn’t care that one of his legs had fallen between hers, pressing just slightly against her core. And her breasts seemed to swell, her nipples hardening, against the… wait?

That hard thing wasn’t his chest? There seemed to be some sort of armor over him. But why was it warm? Why was it skin consistency?

None of that matters!

Of course. She knew that she shouldn’t be eyeing this thing. But it did seem awfully Human. Even his hair, which was shorn close to the sides of his head, but lush and full on top, cascading to the side, looked normal enough. Well, normal for a fashion model. The color was dark, rich and delicious, the same as his slightly large, bushy eyebrows.

Wait! Could this be a Human? A person who was trapped down here, just like herself? Maybe he could help her. It would be great to have someone down here with her.

If only she could ask him.

She opened her mouth. To do what? But closed it again. She needed to get to her pen and paper. Then she could communicate better.

But how to ask?

“You did well on that quiet thing. But, I don’t appreciate the scratches,” the male said, drawing her eyes back to his mouth. Oh gosh, even his teeth were attractive. Nice and white. She didn’t see any sign of injury when she had looked at his face. There were no red lines, no torn skin, nothing. She couldn’t have actually hurt him. Had she even gotten his skin at all? It didn’t look like it. But she thought she felt… well it didn’t matter too much now.

She looked towards her bag; it was only a few feet away. She could get it. But as she tried to raise her arm, the man cursed and grabbed her hands, forcing them down to the ground beside her.

Oh gosh, even that was hot.

But why? She didn’t want to be held down. She didn’t need this maybe-Demon to turn her on. Obviously it had been too long since she had sex. Yeah, about six years. But she had never been turned on by anything like this. Of course, no one had tried it before.

“Nuh uh, baby. You think I’d really let you get to your stuff?” His lips lifting in amusement as he talked. And well, obviously she did. Or she wouldn’t have tried! “You could have gotten a knife and tried to stab me. Or, used your nail file. Or whatever else you girls use for protection.” Unfortunately, she didn’t have her gun on her or he’d really be surprised!

Nail file? Really?

When she was silent, he studied her a little more. “So, what’s a hot girl like you doing in a